Word: dead
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...week. Seated at the desk in his city hall office, the portly, 65-year-old Washington collapsed % from a massive coronary while going over the day's appointments with his press secretary. Despite the speedy intervention of bodyguards and paramedics, the mayor suffered irreversible brain damage and was pronounced dead at Northwestern Memorial Hospital 2 1/2 hours later...
Stopping to touch a clump of dead bunchgrass, he looks up at us. "Only the whole is reality," he says. Thunderclouds wheel over the Sandia Mountains but bring no rain. It is 95 degrees F in the shade. We've been brought to a piece of land on the outskirts of Albuquerque and asked why very little is growing here. We measure the distance between plants, look for new seedlings, identify animal tracks, examine the watershed. The soil surface is hard-capped and smooth -- no water can penetrate. The anthills are empty, and under the ground there are no worms...
...movie about a cop and his you-know-what partner), The Dog Who Cried Wolf (a film comedy about, yes, a talking dog), The Adventures of Milo and Otis (a Japanese import about a canine and his cat friend) and Cold Dog Soup (a black comedy about a dead...
Beyond the long curves of palmetto and Australian pine, huge billboards promise Treasure Coast, Orlando, Cape Canaveral, St. Augustine. But on I-95 there is no sign of habitation. Even the armadillos are dead. The highway flies over Jacksonville and descends in the low salt marshes of Georgia. Savannah, by some gracious concession of the engineers, is only 14 miles away, a snoozing 19th century time capsule. At Mrs. Wilkes' famous boardinghouse, breakfast is served on 13 platters, and a man at the table says he works on the railroad...
...loss. One can also sense the sheer range of feeling accessible to Plantagenet sculptors, from the grotesque and grimacing faces on corbels (meant more as effigies of "types" of men than as specific portraits, however sharp and humorous their realism) to the forbiddingly hieratic tomb effigies of dead lords like Robert Curthose, Duke of Normandy, lying cross-legged and pointy-toed as though about to leap up from the slab, his sword half-drawn from its scabbard to show his readiness to defend the Christian faith...